𝐌𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝

03: 𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

"JUST GIMMIE MY CUCUMBERS WHORE!"

Kayla had been screaming that at 'snap, crackle, pop' lips for the past five minutes.

"On Eddie, I didn't take them. And it would be cruel to lie on a bald man." He replied.

"My shits is growing back, so don't even start that."

Zion laughed at his buzzcut from on the couch, "Right hun, trust the process."

Eddie rolled his eyes at the bunch of them. "Y'all muthafuckers rude as a bitch. Keep fuckin' wit me and imma dye my hair with the rust from y'all fucking chains!"

The blonde curlyhead whimpered her complaints while banging her head on the microwave, as an attempt to knock herself out, she yelled when the door fell on her. "You niggas ghetto as hell! Why your microwave door just swing on me?"

They all giggled before sharing looks with each other.

"Shit dawg, you got money to buy a whole new microwave?" Baldie snorted while scratching his scalp.

All three cackled while the girl in the kitchen shook her head in disapproval.

"Yea, real funny how y'all still aint got no album out. That's how most artist make their money, releasing music and whatnot. I mean, shit dawg, you have the finest 20% of the band in the basement." Kayla smirked at the wide eyed boys.

Zion squinted at her,"I'm not in the basement-"

Edwin followed a dust particle in the air with his eyes, "Same way girls aren't in your DMs'."

Brandon, the most confused out of the three, opened his mouth, "Kayla, how you know-"

Bubbles formed in her tea when she choked, "Your beanz are fucking wild. What's most interesting is how they clown you guys. You've been a band for almost four years and still don't have an album out." Her voice turned hysterical, "How much is it to drop an explicit album or two on Soundcloud?"

Edwin blinked loudly. "Not only is that outta pocket, that doesn't explain how you know we have Nick in the basement."

"You just confirmed it, dumbass."

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Kayla knew there were other ways to get back her cucumbers. She could sue them, maybe even kill them.

But that shit would take forever. And she always giggles when she watches Bones.

Deciding to leave those options alone, Kayla pursued harassing them about it.

"My grandma had that cucumber field before she died. It would've gone to my mom but she's in rehab for epsom salt. Gimme my damn harvest, nigga."

Brandon threw her a glance before he readjusted his glasses.

"I'm not a negro, fam."

Kayla rolled her eyes, "Shit, probably for the best. We wouldn't have claimed your trifling, blind, lying, problematic ass anyway."

The two boys gasped from the entrance of the houses' basement. "Now that was just cold," commented Nick from the other side of the basement door, working away at picking the basement doors' lock.

"Mane, it's cold how they keeping your non-problematic ass in the basement. Leaving all these chaotic bitches to flourish in toxicity."

Everybody, excluding the black man trapped in the basement, looked at her in surprise.

"Damn," the blonde dredhead spoke with his newly damaged self-esteem, "you finna hurt feelings all day, shawty?

Kayla laughed as the basement doorknob fell off, "Yessir."